him sonne Car. Because I from his cradle haue him nourisht still And euer lou'd him like my sonne Mon. Bought you him stole you him where had you him Car. A courteous straunger in 〈◊〉 gaue me him Mon. And that same straunger where had he the childe Car. I gaue him Mon. Thou mou'st at once disdaine and laughter First thou him gau'st and then hadst him in gift Car. I gaue him that which I with him had found Mon. And where had you him Car. In a lowe hole Of daintie Mutle trees vpon Alpheus banke And for this cause Mirtillo I him call'd Mon. Here 's a fine tale what haue your woods no beasts Car. Of many sorts Mon. How scapte he being deuour'd Car. A speedie Torrent brought him to this hole And left him in the bosome of a litle I le On euery side defended with the streame Mon. And were your streames so pitifull they drownd him not Your Riuers gentle are that children nuise Car. Laid in a cradle like a litle ship With other stuffe the waters wound together He was safe brought by chance vnto this hole Mon. Laid in a cradle Car. In a cradle laid Mon. And but a childe Car. I but a tender childe Mon. How long was this agoâ—â— Car. Cast vp your couâ—t Is it not nineteene yeares since the great floud So long t' is since Mon. Oh how I feele a horror shake My bones Car. He knowes not what to say Oh wicked act orecome yet will not yeeld Thinking t'ourstrip me in his wit as much As in his force I heare him murmur Yet he nill bewray that he conuinced is Mon. What interest had the man you speake of in That child was he his sonne Ca. I cannot tell Mon. Had he no better knowledge then of it then thus Ca. Nor that know I. Mon. Know you him if you see him Ca. He seem'd a shepheard by his cloaths and face Of middle stature of blacke haire his beard And eye-browes were exceeding thicke Mon. Shepheards Come hither soone Damet. Behold we are readie here Mon. Which of these did he resemble then Ca. Him whom you talke withall he did not onely seeme But t is the same who though 't be twentie yeares agoe Hath not a whit alter'd his auncient looke Mon. Stand then aside Dametas stay with me Tell me know'st thou this man Da. Me seemeth so But yet I know not where Ca. Him can I put in minde Mon. Let me alone stand you aside a while Ca. I your commaundement willingly obey Mon. Now answere me Dametas and take heed You do not lye t is almost twentie yeares Since you return'd from seeking out my child Which the outragious Riuer bare away Did you not tell me you had search'd in vaine All that same countrey with Alpheus waters Da. Why aske you this Mon. Did not you tell me him You could not finde Da. I graunt I told you so Mon. What child then was it tell me which you gaue Vnto this stranger which did know you here Da. Will you I should remember what I did So long agoe old men forgetfull are Mon. Is not he old yet he remembers it Da. Tush he doth rather dote Mon. That shall we see Come hither straunger come Ca. I come Da. Oh that Thou wert as farre beneath the ground Mon. Tell me Is this the shepheard that gaue thee the gift Ca. This same is he Da. What gift is 't thou speak'st of Ca. Dost not remember in the temple of Olimpich Ioue Hauing had answere of the Oracle And being readie to depart I met with thee And ask'd thee of the Oracle which thou declaredst After I tooke thee home vnto my house Where didst thou not giue me an Infant childe Which in a cradle thou hadst lately found Da. And what of that Ca. This is that very child Which euer since I like mine owne haue kept And at these Aultars must be sacrific'd Da. Oh force of Destiny Mon. Yet wilt thou faine Is it not true which he hath told thee here Da. Oh were I dead as sure as it is true Mon. And wherefore didst thou giue anothers goods Da. Oh maister seeke no more let this suffice Mon. Yet wilt thou hold me off and say no more Villaine thou dyest if I but aske againe Da. Because the Oracle foretold me that the child Should be in danger on his fathers hands His death to haue if he returned home Ca. All this is true for this he told me then Mon. Ay me it is too manifest the case is cleare Ca. What resteth then would you more proofe then this Mon. The proofe's too great too much haue you declar'd Too much I vnderstand â—o Carino Carino How I change griefe and fortunes now with thine How they affections now are waxen mine This is my sonne oh most vnhappie sonne Of a more wretched father More sauadge was The water in him sauing then in runing quite away Since at these sacred Aultars by thy fathers hands Thou must be slaine a wofull sacrifice And thy poore bloud must wash thy natiue soyle Ca. Art thou Mirtilloes father then how lost you him Mon. The deluge rauisht him whom when I lost I left more safe now found I leese him most Ca. Eternal prouidence which with thy counsell hast Brought all these occurrents to this onely point Th' art great with childe of some huge monstrous birth Either great good or ill thou wilt bring forth Mon. This t' was my sleepe foretold deceitfull sleepe In ill too time in good too lying still This was th' vnwonted pitie and the sudden horror that I felt to stay the axe and shake my bones For nature sure abhorres a stroke should come From fathers hands so vilde abhominable Car. Will you then execute the wicked sacrifice Mon. By other hands he may not at these Altars die Ca. Why will the father murder then the sonne Mon. So bids our law and were it pietie to spare Him since the true Amyntas would not spare himselfe Ca. O wicked Fates me whither haue ye brought Mon. To see two fathers soueraigne pitie made a homicide Yours to Mirtillo mine vnto the Gods His father you denying for to bee Him thought to saue and him you lost thereby Thinking and seeking I to kill your sonne Mine owne haue found and must mine owne go kill Ca. Behold the monster horrible this Fate brings forth O cruell chance Mirtillo ô my life Is this that which the Oracle told of thee Thus in my natiue soyle hast thou me happy made O sonne of me poore old and wretched man Lately my hope my life now my dispaire and death Mon. To me Carino leaue these wofull teares I plaine my bloud my bloud why say I so Since I it shead poore sonne why got I thee Why wert thou borne did the milde waters saue thy life The cruell father might the same bereaue Sacred immortal powers without whose deep insight No waue doth stirre in seas no blast in skies No leafe vpon the earth
is the punishment thereof And aboue all Mine honestie desies forbidden acts Then with a safer keeper of her honours floure A soule well-borne will euer scorne to haue Then rest in peace Mirtillo giue ore this suite Get thee farre hence to liue if thou art bee'st wise T' abandon life for peeuish griefe or smart Is not the action of a valiant hart From that which pleaseth vertue t' is t' abstaine Is that which pleaseth breeds offence againe Mir. To saue ones life is not within his power That hath his soule forsaken and giu'n ore Ama. One arm'd in vertue conquereth all desire Mir. Vertue small conquest gets where loue tryumphes Ama. Who cannot what he would will he what he can Mir. Oh loues necessitie no lawes endures Ama. Distance of place may heale your wound againe Mir. In vaine one flies from that his hart doth harbour Ama. A new desire an old will quite displace Mir. Had I another hart another soule Ama. Time will at last clearly this loue consume Mir. I after loue hath quite consum'd my life Ama. Why then your wounds will not be cur'd at all Mir. Neuer till death Ama. Till death well heare mee now And looke my words be lawes vnto your deeds Howbee't I know to die is the more vsuall voice Of an inamour'd tongue then a desire Or firme conceit his soule hath entertain'd Yet if by chaunce such a straunge folly hath Possest thy minde know then thy death will be Death to mine honour as vnto thy life Now if thou lou'st me liue and let it be A token of thy wit henceforth thou shun To see me or to seeke my company Mir. O cruell sentence can I without life Liue thinke you then Or can I without death Find end vnto my torment and my griefe Ama. Well now t' is time you go Mirtillo hence Yow 'le stay too long Go comfort your selfe That infinit the troupe of wretched Louers is All wounds do bring with them their seuerall paine Nor can you onely of this loue complaine Mir. Among these wretches I am not alone but yet A miserable spectacle am onely I Of dead and liuing nor can liue nor die Ama. Well go your waies Mir. Ah sad departure End of my life go I from you and do not die And yet I feele the verie pangs of death That do giue life vnto mine exttasie To make my hart immortally to die Scene 4. Amarillis OH Mirtillo oh my dearest soule Could'st thou but see into her hart whom thou Call'st cruell Amarillis then wouldst thou say Thou hadst that pittie which thy hart desires Oh mindes too much infortunate in loue What bootes it thee my hart to be belou'd What bootes it me to haue so deare a Loue Why should the cruell sates so disvnite WhoÌ„ loue conioines and why should traiterous loue Conioyne them whom the destenies do part Oh happie sauadge beasts whom nature giues No lawes in loue saue verie loue it selfe Inhumane humane lawe that punish'st This loue with death if 't be so sweet to sin And not to sin so necessary bee Imperfect nature that repugneth law Or law too hard that nature doth offend But rush she loues too litle that feares death Would gods death were the worst that 's due to sin Deare chastitie th' inviolable powre Of soules well-borne that hast my amorous will Retein'd in chaines of holy rigour still To thee I consecrate my harmlesse sacrifize And thou my soule Mirtillo pardon me That cruell 〈◊〉 where I should piteous bee Pardon her that in lookes and onely words Doth seeme thy foe but in my heart thy friend If thou wouldst be reueng'd what greater paine Wouldst thou 〈◊〉 thou this my cruel griefe Thou art my heart and shaâ—t be spite of heauen And earth when thou dost plaine sigh and weep Thy teares become my bloud thy sighes my breath And all thy paines they are not onely thine For I them feele and they are turned mine Sce. 5. Corisca Amarillis HIde you no more my Amarillis now Ama. Wretch I discouered am Co. I all haue heard Be not afraid did I not say I lou'd you And yet you are afraid and hides your selfe From her that loues you so Why do you blush This blushing is a common fault Ama. Corisca I am conquer'd I confesse Co. That which you cannot hide you wil confesse Ama. And now I see too weake a thing doth proue A womans heart t' encounter mightie loue Co. Cruel vnto Mirtillo but more cruel to your selfe Ama. It is no crueltie that springs of pitie Co. Cicute and Aconite do grow from hoisome rootes I see no difference twixt this crueltie That doth offend and pitie helping not Ama. Ah me Coriscal Co. These sighes good sister Are but weakenesse of your heart Th' are fit For women of small worth Ama. I could not be Thus cruel but I should loue cherish hopelesly Therefore to shun him shewes I haue compassion Of his ill and mine Co. Why hopelesly Ama. Do you not know I am espows'd to Siluio And that the law each woman doomes to death That violates her faith Co. Oh simple foole Is this the let Which is more auncient among vs Dianaes lawe or loues this in our breasts Is bred and growes with vs Nature her selfe With her owne hands imprints in our hearts breasts And where this law commands both heau'n earth obey Ama. But if the other law do take my life How can loues lawe restore it me againe Co. You are too nice were eu'ry woman so Had all such straight respects Good times farewell Small practisers are subiect to this paine The lawe doth neuer stretch vnto the wise Beleeue me should blame-worthy all be slaine The countre then would soone prooue womanlesse It needfull was theft should forbidden bee To them that closely could not couer theft This honestie is but an art to seeme so Let others as they list beleeue I le thinke so still Ama. These are but vanities Corisca t' were best Quickly to leaue that which we cannot hold Co. And who forbids thee foole This life 's too short To passe it ouer with one onely loue Men are too sparing of then fauours now Whether 't be for want or else for frowardnesse The fresher that we are the dearer still Beautie and youth once gone w' are like Bee hiues That hath no honey no nor yet no waxe Let men prate on they do not feele our woes For their condition differs much from ours The elder that they grow they grow the perfectest If they loose beautie yet they wisedome gaine But when our beautie fades that oftentimes Conquers their greatest witts straight fadeth all our good There cannot be a vilder thing to see Then an old woman Therfore ere thou age attaine Know me thy selfe and vse it as thou shouldst What were a Lion worth did he not vse his strength What 's a mans wit worth that lies idly by Eu'n so our beautie proper strength to vs As force to Lyons wisedome vnto men
much harme as feare thereof Thou sooner dead thy paine is sooner past Am. Some helpe may come deare father father now Dost thou leaue me now leaue thine onely child VVilt thou not helpe me yet before I die Do not deny me yet thy latest kisse One blade shall wound both brestes and out of mine Thy blood must streame Oh father Oh sweete name Sometime so deare which I ne're calld in vaine Make you your onely daughters marriage thus A morninges Briâ—e an euening Srcâ—â—fize Ni. Nimph. Do not thus torment thy selfe and me T' is time I lead you to the Temple now My duetie t' is I may not slacke it so Am. Deare Woods farewell my dearest Woods farewell Receiue my latest sighes vntill my soule By cruell wound from this my body free Returne to seeke your loued shadowes out For Innocentes can not be doom'd to hell Nor mongst the blessed can despayrers dwell O Mirtillo wretched was that day That first I saw thee and thy sight did please Since I my 〈◊〉 must leaue more neare to thee Then thine which prooues the occasion 〈◊〉 my death VVilt thou beleeue that she is doom'd to death For thee that cruell euer was to thee To keepe me innocent For mee too bold For thee too little dating 〈◊〉 my will â—ow euer t' was I faultles die fruitles and without thee My deare I die my deare Mirt. Ni. Surely shee Is dead and in Mirtilloes loued 〈◊〉 her life Hath finished her loue and griefe the blade Preuented hath come helpe to hold her vp Shee lyueth yet I feele her hart doth throb Carry her to the Fountaine here hard by Fresh water may restore her stonied sprights But were it not a deed of pittie now To let her die of griefe and shun the blade No let vs rather succour now her life Wee do not know what heau'ns will do with her SCE. 6. Chorus of Huntsmen Chor. of Shepheardes with Siluio Chor. Hunt O Glorious child of great Alciâ—es race That Monsters kilst and Wild-bestes dost deface Cho. Sh. O glorious child who 〈◊〉 Boore Hast ouerthrowne vnconquerable thought Behold his head that seemes to breath out death This is the 〈◊〉 of our Demi-God Helpe Shepheardes helpe to celebrate his name And with solemnitie his deedes to grace Cho. Hu. O glorious child of great Alcides race That Monsters kilst and Wild-bestes dost deface Cho. Sh. O glorious child by whom the fertile plaines Depriu'd of till age haue their good regainâ— Now may the Plough-man goe securelie and Sow both his Seede and reape his Haruest in These ougly teeth can now no more them chace Cho. Hu. O glorious child of great Alcides race That monsters 〈◊〉 and wild Beastes dost deface Cho. Sh. O glorious child how thou dost couple still Pittie with fortitude 〈◊〉 behold Thy humble Siluiâ—â— vow behold this head That here and here in thy despight is armd With white and crooked tuskes enuying thy hornes Thou puissant Goddesse since thou didst direct His shaft the price of his great victorie Is due to thee hee famous by thy grace Cho. Hun O glorious child of great Alcides race That monster kilst and wild Beastes dost deface SCE. 7. Coridon VNtill this time I nener durst beleeue That which the Satyre of Corisea said Imagining his tale had been but fordg'd Maliciously to worke me iniurie Far from the tâ—oth it seemd to mee that place VVhere she appoynted I with her should meete If that be true which was on her behalfe Deliuered me by young Lisetta late Should be the place to take th'Adultâ— ouâ— in But see a signe that may confirme the same Eu'n as he told mee so it is in deed Oh what a Stone is this which shuts vp thus The huge mouth of this Caue Oh Corisea All in good time I haue found out your guiles Which after so long vse at last returne VVith damage to your selfe So manie lies So many trecheries must needes presage Some mortall disaduenture at the least To him that was not madd or blinde with loue T' was good for meeâ— stayde away so long Great fortune that my father me detain'd So with a tedious stay as then me thought Had I kept time but as Lisetta bad Surely some strange aduenture had I had What shall I doe shall I attir'd with spleene Sâ—eke with outragious furie for reuenge Fâ—â—no I honour her too much so bee The case with reason waighd it rather would Haue pittie and compassion then reuenge And shall I pittie her that me betrayes Shee rather doth betray her selfe that thus Abandons mee whose fayth to her was pure And giue her selfe in pray To a poore Shepheard straunger vagaband That shall to morrow be more perfidous then shee Should I according to the Satyres counsell her accuse Of the fayth broken which to mee shee swore Then must shee die My hart 's not halfe so base Let her then liue for mee or to say better Let her die vnto mee and liue vnto others Liue to her shame liue to her infamie Since she is such she neuer can in me Kindle one sparke of fearefull iealowsie SCE. 8. Siluio O Goddesse that no Goddesse art but of An idle people blinde and vaine who with Impurest mindes and fond Religion Hallowes the Aulters and great Temples too VVhat sayd I Temples wicked Theaters Oâ— beastly deedes to colour their dishonest actes With titles of thy famous Deitie Because thy shames in others shames made lesse Let lose the raines of their lasciuiousnesse Thou foe to Reason plotter of mildeedes Corrupter to our soules calamitie To the whole worlde thou daughter of the Sea And of that treacherous monster rightly borne That with the breath of hope dost first intice These humane brestes but afterward dost mooue A thousand stormes of sighes of teares of plaintes Thou mayst be better calld Mother of tempestes and Oâ— rage then Mother of Loue. To what a miserie hast thou throwne downe Those wretched Louers now mayst thou vaunt thy selfe To be omnipotent if thou canst saue That poore Nimphs life whom with thy snares thou hast Conducted to this miserable death O happy day I hallowd my chast minde To thee my onely Goddesse Cinthia Such power on earth to soules of better sort As thou art light in heau'n aboue the Starres Much better are those studious practises Then those which Venus vnchast seruantes vse Thy seruantes kill both Beares and ougly Boores Her seruantes are of Beares and Boores still slaine Oh Bowe and matchles Shaftes my power and my delight Vaine fantastiue Loue come prooue thyne armes â—sseminate with mine but fie too much I honour thee poore weake and wreckling child And for thou shalt me heare I 'le speake aloud A rod to chastise thee will be inough ynough VVhat art thou Lâ—â—ho that so soundes againe Or rather Loue that answerest loudly so y so I could haue wisht no better match but tell Me then Art thou by heauen hee eauen hee The sonne of her that for Aaenis did So miserably burne
content When I remember how farre hence I left My house and little houshold off well may I rest My limbes but well I wot my hart will mone Nor saue thy selfe could any thing haue drawne Me from Elidis now yet I know not What cause hath made you trauaile to this place Car. Thou knowst my deare Mirtillo whom the heauens Haue giu'n me for my Sonne came hither sicke Heere to get health according to the Oracle Which sayd onely Arcadia could restore it him Two monthes he hath been heere and I not able to Abide that stay went to the Oracle To know of his returne which answered thus Returne thou to thy Countrey where thou shalt Liue merrily with thy Mirtillo deare Heauens haue determined great thinges of him Nor shalt thou laugh but in Arcadia Thou then my deare companion merrie bee Thou hast a share in all my good nor will Carino smile if my Vranio grieue Vra All labours that I for Caâ—ino take Haue their reward but for to short the way I pray you tell what made you trauaile first Car. A youthfull loue I vnto Musicke bore And greedinesse of forraine fame disdayning that Arcadia onely should me prayse made me Seeke out Eliâ—â— and Pisa famoue so Where I saw glorious Aegen crowned with Bayes With Purple next to Vertue euermore So that he Phâ—bus seem'd when I deuout Vnto his powre did consecrate my Lute Then left I Pisa and to Mâ—cenâ— went And afterwardes to Argos where I was At first adored like a God but twilbe too Too troublesome to tell the storie of my life I many fortunes tride sometime disdaind Sometime respected like a power deuine Now rich then poore now downe then vp aloft But in the change of place my fortunes neuer changd I learnd to know and sigh my former libertie And leauing Argos I returned to My homely Bowre I in Elidis had Where Gods be prays'd I did Mirtillo buy Who since hath comforted all mine annoyes Vr Thrise happie they who can conteine their thoughts And not through vaine and most immoderate hope 〈◊〉 the sweete tasted fruite of moderate good Ca Who would haue thought t' haue waxed poore in gold I thought t' haue found in royall Paliaces People of more humanitie then heere Which is the noble ornament of worthy sprightes But I Vrâ—â—io found the contrarie People in name and wordes right curtuous But in good deedes most â—â—arse and Pitties foes People in face gentle and pleasant still But fiercer then th'outrâ—gious swelling Sea People with countenaunce all of charitie But throughly Couetous and fraught with Enuie The greater showes they make the lesse troth they meane That which is vertue otherwhere is there but vice Vprightest deedes true loue pittie sinceere 〈…〉 fayth of hand and hart A hie most innocent these they esteeme But cowards still and men of sillie wittes Follies and vanities that are rediculous Coosonage lying theft and rapine clad In holinesse by others downefalles and their losse Rich still to grow to builde their reputation On others infamie to lay fiue snares To trap the innocent these are the vertues of that place No merrit worth reuerence of age Of law or of degree no raines of shame Respect of loue or blood nor memorie Of any good receiued and to conclude nothing so reuerend pure or iust can be That seemes forbidden to these gulfes of pride Of honour so ambitious so couetous Of getting still Now I that alwayes liu'd Vnwarie of their snares and in my forehead had All my thoughts written my hart discouered You well may iudge I was an open marke To the suspicious shaftes of enuious folkes Vr What can be happie in that caytiue land Where Enuie euer Vertue doth commaund Ca. If since I trauailed my Muse had had As good a cause to laugh as t 'had to weepe Perhaps my stile would haue been fit t' haue sung The armes and honours of my noble Lord So that he needed not to haue enuyed The braue Meonian trumpet of Achilles fame I might haue made my Countries browe been girt With happie Laurell too But too inhumane is this age And too vnhappie guiâ—t of Poetrie The Swans desire a quiet nest a gentle ayre Pernassuâ— neuer knew this byting care Who quarrels with his fate and fortuue still His voyce must needes be hoarse his song but ill But now t' is time to seeke Mirtillo out Oh how this Countrey 's chaungd I scarcely know 't But Straungers neuer want a guide that haue a tongue We will enquire to the next harbour house Where thou thy wearie limmes mayst well repose SCE. 2. Titirus Nuntio WHich plaine I first my child of thee thy life Or honestie I le plaine thine honestie Because thy fire though mortall honest was And in thy steed my life I 'le plaine and spend Of thy life and thine honestie to see an end O Montane onely thou with thy deuices And ill-â—und Oracles and with thy loue And proud despiser of my daughter to this end Hast brought my child Oh doubtfull Oracles How vaine you bee and honestie gainst loue In youthfull hartes a weake defence doth proue A woman whom no match hath euer sought Is euill guarded from this common thought Nun. If dead he be not or that through the ayre No windes haue carried him him might I finde But see him now when least I thought I should O late for mee for thee too quickly found Except the newes were better that I bring Ti. Bringes thou the weapon that hath slaine my child Nun. Not this but lesse But how heard you this newes Ti. Why liues she then Nun. Shee liues and may do still For in her choyce it is to liue or die Ti. Oh blest be thou that liftes me vp from death But how is she vnsafe since at her choyce it is To liue or die Nun. Because she will not liue Ti. Shee will not liue What madnesse makes her thust Nun. Anothers death and if thou dost not moue her Shee is so bent as others send in vaine Their praying wordes Ti. Why stay we let vs goe Nun. What soft and faire the Temples gates are shut And know you not how it vnlawfull is For any one saue sacerdotall foote To touch the sacred ground vntill such time The Sacrifize vnto the Aulters come Adorned with the Sanctuarie rites Ti. How if shee'ffect her purpose in the while Nun. Shee cannot for shee 's kept Ti. in meane time Then tell truely how all this is come to passe Nun. Thy mournefull child now come before the Priest With lookes of feare and griefe that teares brought foorth Not onely from vs by but by my troth Eu'n from the pillors of the Temples selfe And hardest stones that seemd to feele the same Was in a trice accus'd conuic't condemn'd Ti. O wretched child and why was she condemn'd Nun. Because the groundes of her defence were small Besides a certaine Nimph whom she did call In testimonie of her innocence Was absent now and none
could finde her out And fearefull signes and monstrous accidents Of horrour in the Temple proou'd the doubt As dolorous to vs as strange and rare Not seene since we did feele heauenly ire That did reuenge Amintas loue betrayde The first beginning of our miserie Diana swet out blood the Earth did shake The sacred Caue did bellow out vnwonted howling And dire deadly cries Withall it breath'd out such a stinking mist As Plutoes impare kingdome hath no worse And now with sacred order goes the Priest To bring thy daughter to her bloodie ende The whilst Mirtillo wondrous thing to tell Offer'd by his owne death to giue her life Crying vnbind those handes vnworthie striges And in her steed that should be sacrifiz'd Vnto Diana draue me to the Aulters A Sacrifize to my faire Amarillis Ti. O admirable deede of faythfull loue And noble hart Nu. Now heare a miracle Shee that before so fearefull was to die Chaung'd on the sodaine by Mirtilloes wordes Thus answeres with a bold vndaunted hart Think'st thou my deare then by thy death to gaine Life to her death that by thy life doth liue O miracle vniust on Ministers on on why do you stay Leade me foorthwith vnto mine end I le no such pittie I Mirtill replies Liue cruell pitteous loue My hart his spightfull pittie doth reproue To me it longes to die Nay then to me She answeres that by Law condemned am And heere anew begins a wondrous strife As though that life were death and death were life O soules well borne O couple worthy of Eternall honour neuer dying prayse O liuing and o dying glorious louers Had I so many tongues so many voyces As Heauen hath eyes or Ocean sea hath sandes All would be dumbe and hoarse in setting out Their wondrous and incomprehended prayse Eternall Childe of heauen O glorious Dame That mortall deedes enchroniclest to time Write thou this Historie and it infold In solid Diamond with wordes of gold Ti. But what end had this mortall quarrell then Nun. Mirtillo vanquisheth O rare debate Where dead on lyuing getts the victorie The Priest speakes to your Child be quiet Nimph We cannot change this doome for he must die That offers death our Law commaunds it so And after bids your Daughter should be kept Least griefes extreame should bring her desperate death Thus stood the state When Montane sent me for thee Ti. In sooth t is true sweete scented Flowers shall cease To dwell on Riuers bankes and Woodes in Spring Shall be without their Leaues before a Mayde Adorn'd with youth shall set sweete Loue at naught But if we stay still heere how shall we know When it is time vnto the Church to go Nun. Heere best of all for in this place alas Shall the good Shepheard sacrifized be Ti. And why not in the Church Nu. Because there where The fault is done the punishment must be Ti. And why not in the Caue there was the fault Nun. Because to open skyes it mus be hallow'd Ti. And how knowst thou all these misteriall rites Nun. From the High-priest who from Tireno had them For true Amintas and vntrue Lucrine Were sacrifized so But now t is time to goe See where the sacred Pempe softly descendes T were well done of vs by this other way To go vnto the Temple to thy daughter Finis Sce. 2. Act. 5. ACTVS 5 SCE. 3. Chorus of Shepheards Chorus of Priestes Montanus Mirtillo Chorus of Shep. OH daughter of great Joue sister of Phebus bright Thou second Titan to the blinder world that giuest light Cho. Pri. Thou that with thy well temper'd vitall ray Thy brothers wondrous heate doth well allay Which mak'st sweete Nature happely bring foorth Rich firtile birthes of Hearbes of Beastes of Men As thou his heate dost quench so calme thine ire That sets Arcadiaes wretched hartes on fire Cho. Sh. O daughter of great Ioue c. Mon. Yea sacred Priestes the Aulters ready make Shepheardes deuout reiterate your soundes And call vpon the name of our great Goddesse Cho. Sh. O daughter of great Ioue c. Mon. Now Shepheards stand aside nor you my seruants Come not neare except I call for you Valiant young man that to giue life els where Abandonest thine owne die comforted thus farre T' is but a speedie sigh which you must passe For so seemes death to noble minded sprightes That once perform'd this enuious age With thousandes of her yeeres shall not deface The memorie of such a gentle deed But thou shalt liue the example of true fayth But for the Law commaundes thee sacrifiz'd To dye without a word Before thou kneelst If thou hast ought to say say it and hold thy peace For euer after that Mir. Father let it be lawfull that I call thee so For though thou gau'st not yet thou tak'st my life My bodie to the ground I do bequeath my soule To her that is my life But if she die As she hath threatned to do aye mee What part of me shall then remaine aliue Oh death were sweete if but my mortall parts Might die and that my soule did not desire the same But if his pittie ought deserues that dyes For soueraigne pittie then courteous father Prouide she do not die and with that hope More comforted I le pay my destenies Though with my death you me from her disioyne Yet make her liue that she may me retaine Mon. Scarse I containe from teares ô frayle mankind Be of good cheare my sonne I promise thy desire I sweare it by this head this hand take thou for pledge Mir. Then comforted I die all comforted To thee my Amarillis do I come Soule of the faythfull Shepheard as thine owne Do thou receiue for in thy loued name My wordes and life I will determine straight So now to death I kneele and hold my peace Mon. On sacred Ministers kindle the flame With Frankensence and Mirrhe and Incense throw thereon That the thicke vapoure may on high ascend Cho. Sh. O daughter of great Ioue c. ACT. 5. SCE. 4. Carino Montanio Nicander Mirtillo Chorus of Shepheards Car. WHat Countrymen are here so brauely furnished Almost all in a Liuerie Oh what a show Is heere how rich how full of pome it is Trust mee I thinke it is some Sacrifize Mon. Reach mee Nicander the golden Bason That containes the iuice of Bacchus fruite Ni. Behold t' is ready here Mon. So may this faultles blood Thy brest Oh sacred Goddesse mollifie As do these falling droppes of Wine extinguish This blasing flame So take the Bason there Giue me the siluer Ewer now Ni. Behold the Ewer M. So may thine anger cease with that same faithles Nimph Prouok't as doth this fire this falling streame extinguish Car. This is some Sacrifize but where 's the holocaust Mon. Now all is fit there wantes nought but the end Giue me the Axe Ca. If I be not deceiu'd I see a thing that by his backe seemeth a man He kneeles he is perhappes the holocaust